"If it is really a similar concept, doesn't it mean that the mage pioneer represents a symbol? A kind of authority?
Does it represent a brand new god?"
Mo Lan's thinking continued to expand.
"Or in fact, every new profession and every career pioneer means a brand new god?
At least he is also a person with divine potential? Do you have this qualification?"
Mo Lan pondered for a long time thinking about this, and finally nodded slowly.
"If that's the case, well, there's that one.
Races have racial gods, professions have professional gods, gods of assassins, gods of warriors, gods of mages, etc.”
The word god often symbolizes mystery, power, and the unknown.
And powerful and unknown things can arouse Mo Lan's interest more and more, making Mo Lan curious about it.
Even after returning to the mage tower, Mo Lan couldn't help but think about this problem, but at this time a new question emerged.
"Since there is belief in gods, what state is the Titan God in? Do they coexist?
Or am I understanding it wrong? Titans are not actually gods, but just powerful extraordinary creatures?
Similar to the dragon clan?"
Mo Lan pondered for a moment and then shook his head.
"There is too little information, and we are not sure whether the gods we believe in really exist. In the absence of enough information, inferences are just random guesses, and we can only make ourselves self-righteous.
I have to wait until I am strong enough to explore the secrets here. Sure enough, I am still not strong enough."
Mo Lan murmured to himself, at this moment, he became stronger and his desire for knowledge was overwhelming again!
.........
While Mo Lan was thinking, on the other side, in a space filled with endless white light, a fat man was floating in the air. His expression was solemn and solemn, and his body was blooming with dazzling light. He represented the supreme majesty, and he seemed to be the entire space.
At the core, when he opened his eyes, the entire space seemed to become brighter and dazzling.
He represented the supreme holiness, but the next moment a familiar voice came out of his mouth.
"Fuck, Mo God, Mo God, Mo God, Mo God!"
"Are you afraid you've lost your mind?! That's Red Maple City! How dare you! You let me hide for so long, and you were discovered by God Mo right now!
How dare you? Normally I don’t dare to approach the branch of the Mage Association. I don’t dare to approach any of those mage towers. You... you actually went directly to the mage’s lair to preach. You stand on your head like a heifer. You’re awesome.
Soaring to the sky!
If there wasn't something about Mo Shen that alarmed me, I wouldn't have noticed it!
By the way, every one of these mages is an old bastard.
If God Mo hadn't come over and been alarmed by something on God Mo's body, I wouldn't have noticed that there was an invisible mage above.
Come on, come on!”
The fat man vented his anger and slowly stopped.
He also knew that this space was nothing more than an ignorant newborn consciousness, any venting was meaningless, and that coming to Red Maple City to preach was just a coincidence between the instinct of the ignorant consciousness and the missionary.
After venting his emotions and calming down, the fat man frowned and fell into thinking.
"What is it about God Mo that makes me feel something?
When he got closer, it seemed to be suppressed, not by an enemy, not by heaven and earth, but by something similar to a higher level of suppression.
Is he a more powerful god?"
The fat man murmured to himself, then shook his head.
"God Mo's Mage Association is spread all over the Kingdom of Morse, commanding the entire player alliance, and it is normal for him to have collected some things belonging to higher-level gods.
I don't need to worry about this, envy is over, but this...how should I deal with the aftermath!
Being targeted by Mo Shen's group of mages, isn't this... the end of the world?
If you follow the contact and find out, no, no, no, give them time and they will definitely find out."
The fat man gritted his teeth suddenly.
"No, we can't take the ones from Morse Kingdom anymore, we have to cut off contact!"
The fat man had a look of physical pain on his face, but he was still very happy about the Dragon Boat Festival. He immediately had the idea to cut off the connection between believers in the entire area of the Morse Kingdom.
But at this time, the soft light in the entire space instantly became dazzling. The fat man who was originally integrated with the space seemed to be separated, and there were slight cracks in the part where he was integrated with the space.
And the cracks spread rapidly as time goes by.
The fat man could clearly sense that the light, which was originally like one body and had a very high affinity, became alienated from him at this moment.
"Damn it!"
The fat man immediately interrupted his original order and stopped cutting off the connections of believers in the Morse Kingdom area.
"Damn! Damn! Damn!"
The fat man cursed angrily, and then gasped for air. At this moment, the space had returned to its original state, but the fat man did not smile at all.
Because at this moment, the fat man and this space no longer have the feeling of integration as before. There has been a difference, a sense of alienation, and it is different.
It took a long time for the fat man to calm down. When he calmed down, the fat man's face looked very ugly.
"To take the initiative to cut off contact with believers can lead to such a violent resistance and such a violent reaction. Now we are back to before liberation."
The fat man sensed the current situation and shook his head, he understood.
Believers are the basis of the existence of the God of Light and the basis of the life of the God of Light. Although the God of Light at this moment is just a confused newborn consciousness, even the newly born consciousness still has the desire to survive.
Any action that touches life or may threaten its life will definitely cause the most violent reaction.
Self-harm is more serious, and the subconscious mind will directly resist this behavior to protect one's own life.
"Forget it, since I've been exposed in front of God Mo, I can't hide. It's useless to cut off the connection of believers within the Kingdom of Mors, unless I give up all believers, but this is impossible.
In this case, let the Mage Association study it. Even if the research makes it clear, the harm may not be fatal. And even if there is no other way, then just embrace Mo Shen's lap. There is no shame in it.
But if this stimulates the nascent consciousness of the God of Light and makes it resist me, or even stimulates it to derive mature consciousness in advance, then I am really trying to draw water from a bamboo basket, and everything is in vain.
Don’t let the small lose the big.”
The fat man looked very ugly.
"We must find a way to completely crush this nascent consciousness and completely eliminate the hidden dangers.
Or increase the intensity, squeeze the share of consciousness, completely replace the ignorant consciousness, and become the God of Light!"
The fat man fell into deep thought. After a long time, the fat man slowly lay down and closed his eyes. His body exuded a breath and majesty from the inside out. At this moment, he seemed to be integrated with this space again.
At this moment, his face was solemn and solemn, like a god!
